The Art of the Last Minute

I never particularly enjoyed the last minute. Someone told me the other day that “if it’s not the due date, it’s not the do date”. (I admit, I laughed. Probably more at the lameness of the statement rather than the cleverness.)

I have a presentation thing tomorrow morning which I finished about ten minutes ago. The presentation itself isn’t a big deal, but to me a little stress quickly snowballs into a big stress. It is a relief having finished writing the presentation, but the true feeling of satisfaction won’t be here until late tomorrow morning, when it’s all finished and I can close the book.

I like getting things done. And early. Early is a great word.

I go to bed early. I wake up early. I get things done early.

This is the latest I’ve gotten something done. The night before, Sarah? Really? When did you get like this?

It’s like my brain doesn’t know how to function like it used to. It’s like I’ve been writing so much this year that it doesn’t know how to study. It feels like I use up all my good ideas on my blog, so that when I have an assignment to write, it takes a lot longer to formulate fresh words.

I don’t really mind. I’m learning what it is to not have things in control and I’m learning to think when I don’t have the time to think.

Although, I still hold onto the notion that not much compares to the feeling of relief, satisfaction, and achievement once an assignment has been finished. Once you can finish that season and move on and never look back. When you can send in an assignment and never read it again. Ah. I look forward to it.